The Holy Emperor's order was circulated throughout the forty-nine states to clear the grievances of the children of the Lu family, to bury Liu Sect disciples generously, to show generous sympathy to the deceased's relatives, and to rebuild tombstones to express condolences to the souls of the wronged souls in heaven. There are also ghosts who stayed in the Yang world for various reasons in the past.
This day and night, cries spread throughout the houses, white curtains and scarves were worn in the streets and alleys, yellow paper money was flying in the wind and snow, and the bones were finally buried one after another.
Lao Hantou knelt in front of the large and small earthen graves on the side of the family field. There was a wooden board with the name of his second son written on it. It took him a day to dig out such a simple grave. There was a wooden coffin buried inside. The ashes of corpses, relics from life.
White snow fell on his long beard and dyed it white, and the soil under his knees was stiff with frost. He sat in front of his son's grave and took out a dry cigarette and took a puff. After the smoke passed through his lungs, he slowly exhaled, and the faint smoke dispersed. In the cold wind.
"Second brother, daddy is here to see you."
He patted the low grave soil bag and said softly: "Second brother, the Holy Emperor has issued a decree to grant amnesty to the world and retry the Liu Jiao unjust case, so that your charges can be cleared.
My father has been stubborn all his life and never believed that there were gods in this world who could take pity on the common people and farmers, but now he finally saw it. That God Liu, you didn’t believe it in vain, he came back to seek justice for you!
You...go with peace of mind, dad will give you more paper money, and your life will be easier down there..."
By the end of the sentence, the old man's voice was trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, and he was choked with sobs.
"Woo~"
In the night, there were one or two strange sounds, and the wind and snow around him suddenly stopped. Lao Hantou raised his head and saw two black foxes walking towards him in the snow clearly illuminated by the moonlight. , The green fox eyes are somewhat captivating in the dark night.
Lao Hantou felt nervous, this black fox was probably a little unusual. He thought of the five great immortal families in the second brother's religion, and said in a trembling voice: "Second, you two fox immortals, what do you want to do?"
The two black foxes separated spontaneously when they walked to the grave. A cold and cold air suddenly arrived, and a human figure appeared behind the two black foxes, illusory and illusory.
The figure said in a sad voice: "The unfilial son has come to pay homage to me and see you for the last time!"
The old man stood up suddenly, and when he heard this strange yet familiar voice, the fear in his heart completely disappeared.
"Second brother, is that you?"
Under the moonlight, the moon appeared, and a shadowless ghost appeared. The ghost cried: "Dad, it's me. I'm sorry for you, old man. I can't care for you until the end of your life, and I can't fulfill my filial piety in front of you. I hope you will have more blessings." Take care of yourself!"
Lao Hantou burst into tears. Looking at the ghost in front of him, he remembered his son's appearance in his mind regardless of the coldness. He half-cryed and half-laughed: "Second brother, don't worry. Dad doesn't blame you. You have this." The bond between father and son is enough for us in this life. Just go with peace of mind, dad will always remember you."
The ghost was still about to say something, but the two black foxes screamed, and instantly the ghost disappeared. The wind and snow came, and they walked away on the snow.
Lao Hantou shouted reluctantly: "Second Brother! Second Brother!"
A black fox suddenly turned around, opened its mouth, and a shining object fell to the ground.
Then a strong wind blew by, forcing him to unable to open his eyes, and he suddenly fainted.
When Lao Hantou opened his eyes again, he found that he had slept in front of the grave without knowing when, and the sky was dimly bright.
He felt disappointed and said: "It turned out to be a dream."
As soon as he stood up, there was a "dang" sound, and he saw a piece of golden gold falling in front of him, which looked like something falling from the mouth of the black fox in his dream.
Lao Hantou was startled, thinking of last night, it was not a dream, and he cried sadly.
From then on, there was a small statue of the god in Lao Hantou's home, and he enshrined the incense stick and offered incense every day.
This night, the innocent souls returned home everywhere, and saw this world again for the last time. The joys and sorrows, love and hatred, the world of mortals, and the cause and effect of the troubled world were all broken after this night.
When the sun rises on the second day, the big sun in the east shines brightly. At dawn, all the heavy clouds are melted by the brilliance of the rising sun. The sky and the earth turn white, the universe is clear, and the yin and yang are balanced.
Those 100,000 innocent souls have never been seen again.
In Xiahe Town, Lujiabao, the bloodstains on the tall city walls were covered with snow. In the past, servants and servants came and went, and there were endless guests. Only dozens of old, weak, sick, and disabled women and children stood helplessly in the snow.
A richly dressed young man walked in the snow with dozens of guards behind him. The young man, wrapped in a snow fur coat, raised his head and looked at this ancient house with a strong historical atmosphere in silence.
All the women and children were as silent as a cicada when they saw such a battle, and did not dare to say a word. The earth-shaking changes in the past few months have made them extremely frightened and they no longer have the dignity of a big family.
"My family members don't need to worry. The younger generation belongs to the Lu family of Tianzhu Kingdom. The generation of Shuzi is Lu Shuxing. I heard that my family is suffering and I came here to express my condolences. You elders can rest assured."
Everyone was relieved after hearing this. Blood relationship is the closest relationship in the world.
He looked at a child with a curious face and smiled: "Little brother, do you have a name?"
There was no fear in the child's clear eyes. He smiled and said, "My name is Lu Shuzhen."
He was the child who went to the execution ground with a smile. At this moment, he was curiously asking: "You say you belong to my family, how come I haven't seen you before?"
Lu Shuxing said: "I am the third son of the Lu royal family, and I am here for the first time today. From now on, the juniors will be in charge of the Xiahe ancestral land. When cousin Shuzhen is older, the clan power will be returned to him. Do you, the elders, have any objections? ?”
Naturally, no one dared to disagree, because Lu Shuzhen was the only remaining bloodline of the Lu family in Xiahe!
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Bai Jun returned to the Heavenly Palace after the snow stopped, and the relationship between cause and effect in the world was resolved. One hundred thousand innocent souls were taken away by the underworld and placed under the management of the underworld, and he could finally rest for a while.
From the divine realm to the heavenly kingdom, and now to the heavenly palace, it has experienced three generations of alternations of lords: the divine lord, the emperor, the dragon lord, and now it is in the hands of Bai Jun again.
In the Emperor's Palace, which had been covered in dust for five hundred years, the twelve gates opened one after another, the warriors and goddesses held immortal treasures, the lotus pond opened with clouds and mist, and the immortals and gods leaned in.
Bai Jun was sitting on the throne of the emperor. The high steps gave him the power to fly into the air. The immortals and gods bowed respectfully and said: "See you, emperor! Congratulations to the emperor on your achievement of immortality and longevity!"
"Everyone is safe!"
"Thank you, Emperor!"
Bai Jun swept through everyone, and those who were qualified to receive his attention were naturally at least seventh-grade officials. Celestial beings, immortals, and priests stood in three rows on his left hand side, while on his right hand side were more than thirty earth-level cultivators. They were all pawns of various major forces, and now they were Mingqi.
These people are divided into three factions: Taoism, Buddhism, and Sanshen. Taoism and Buddhism each stand in a row, and the rest are chess pieces of other forces.
Even though they were earth-level major cultivators, they didn't dare to have any distracting thoughts in front of Bai Jun. Even though he is only a top grader, his current combat experience is too powerful and is infinitely close to the strength of an immortal. They once did a lot of "good deeds" in the Heavenly Palace, but now they are naturally worried about the other party's future settlement!
(End of chapter)
